Series Title: After the Reapers
Pairing: Garrus/Shepard
Author: Knights-Honour
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe © BioWare
Any character you haven't heard of © me
Author's Notes:
Thanks go to my Beta; Blueglaceon, who despite having little knowledge of the Mass Effect universe, agreed to edit the series anyway. Thanks, Blue!
This is my first post-ME3 story, and I gotta say, I'm proud of it.
WARNING: Celebration of Life contains orgy situations (M/F, M/F voyeurism, F/F, F/F voyeurism, M/F/F, & M/F/M/F) so if that kinda thing upsets you, then I suggest that you skip this chapter and wait for the next addition of After the Reapers
Celebration of Life – Part One
As the sun set over Macedyn, Shepard bustled around in her room, finalising her preparations for the Festival of Life.
The lavender garb she wore was probably one of the most revealing things she'd ever worn, the sheer fabric, which left little to the imagination, barely covered her body. She'd completed the look with royal purple arm length fingerless gloves and thigh length toeless stockings.
"Kat, you ready to go?" Solana questioned from the door
"As ready as I'm likely to be," the human responded, still a little unsure about the whole thing, as she pulled the negligee's hood up over her head.
The young Turianess tilted her head, studying Shepard. Solana had come to greatly respect her brother's mate since she'd met her two days ago.
The human respected everyone, regardless of race or gender (barring those who opposed her, of course) and always did her best to be friendly in even the most trying of situations. That same respect had doubled when Shepard had approached her the previous day, asking the younger female to teach her about what would be expected of her during the following night's festivities. Solana could see that the first human Spectre was well out of her comfort zone, attending an event that which was deemed perverse and deviant by most of her race, but because of her love for Garrus, she was willing to bite the bullet and attend the festival.
Letting out a final, uneasy, breath, Shepard turned to her companion. "Shall we?"
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
The grounds where the celebrations would be taking place had been transformed to accommodate the coming festivities; pillows, divans, and blankets were spread about and a number of tents rimmed the outskirts.
Already, Turians were beginning to arrive and it wasn't long before one of the males plucked up the balls to approach them, purring and clicking in a rhythmic display in the hopes of enticing one of them to mate with him, but there was only one male that Shepard was interested in, so, bearing her teeth, the human hissed at her would-be suitor, indicating that she wasn't interested in him. But the youth didn't seem to get the message and continued to try and woo her until his path was suddenly blocked by a defensive Solana, who flared her mandibles wide as she clocked the youngster once about the head and she growled as he made a hasty retreat from the two females.
"The younger males can be a little over eager in regards to mating," Solana stated apologetically once they were alone again.
Shepard chuckled, "They're no different to human teens in that regard. Thanks."
"That's why we girls have to stick together."
Shepard smiled at that; from what she'd learned it wasn't uncommon for females to watch out for each other during these celebrations, from coming to the aid of a clan sister in trouble to, if need be, helping to prepare each other for their respective mates. And needless to say, Shepard was grateful that the youngest Vakarian and her friends were willing to adopt her into their ranks for the night as the females observed the next bunch of arrivals with interest.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
It wasn't long before the area was swarming with Turians, all busily trying to impress potential mates.
But there was still no sight or sign of Garrus.
She was broken out of her reverie by the sound of a male attempting to court her. Tensing, she turned to face the would-be-suitor, ready to clock him if need be, but relief flooded her when she saw that it was Garrus.
She took a step towards him, expressing her interest in him and he doubled his efforts to woo her, giving the time to study what he was wearing as he continued to display himself to her. Even here, he'd integrated his trademark colours of black and blue into his outfit, and adding in the silver armor pieces he wore on his forearms, calves, thighs, back, neck and shoulders (and the all important cod piece) he looked like a knight of old ready to battle for the right to mate, and as he began his rhythmic display again, the ebony-haired human responded in kind, showing her interest in him in return.
They continued their dance as they approached each other until they were face-to-face, and Garrus reached out to stroke her waist as she reached for his fringe; showing her acceptance of him. But as they made a move to leave, a snarl was issued from behind them, and Garrus turned to face the challenger, letting go of Shepard as a ring formed around them, as he let loose a roar of his own. As he'd expected, Shepard had peaked the interest of a number of males. She was the one who had been victorious in the war against the Reapers after all. So, crouching into a combat stance, Garrus beckoned the challenger forward.
~ o ~ o ~ o ~
An hour later found Garrus still locked in combat. He'd defeated at least a dozen challengers so far, and was circling what he hoped would be his last opponent.
Shepard was thoroughly aroused from watching her Turian fight for the right to mate with her; her pupils were dilated, her breathing quick and shallow, her breasts tender and sensitive; her nipples hard peaks that were begging for attention as between her legs her bud was engorged, extended and throbbing vicariously, and likewise aching for her mate's caress, so that even the slightest pressure of her own thighs against the flushed and swollen folds as she shifted her stance sent shockwaves through her body and she whimpered in response to the contact.
The sound spurred Garrus on in his fight and he snarled as he lunged at his opponent, his claws drawing blood as he grappled with the grey-skinned male for the upper hand as Shepard's juices dribbled down her thighs, staining her stockings. The smell of his mate's nectar was the final straw for Garrus and he violently slammed into his foe, sending him spiralling, before the scarred Turian ponced, knocking the challenger out with a solid punch to the jaw.
Breathing heavily, Garrus straightened up and roared a challenge out at the crowd and this time no one answered.
The scarred Turian turned back his female and he approached her, purring in a soothing manner as he took her hands in his, the clan watching their every movement, and led her over to one of the near-by tents, to the Sultan's bed within. Once inside, he started to remove his armour, but his hands were slapped away and Shepard took over the task. He began his vocal display again as she worked on the leather straps that held the armour pieces together on his body, his purring clicks further stimulating her mind and body to a delirious state.
When the last piece of armour dropped to the floor, and he stripped the cloth bodysuit from his body, Shepard pressed herself ardently against him, her fingers seeking out his erogenous zones and his protective folds moistened in response as he responded in turn, one hand grasping her waist as the other began to fondle one of her breasts.
It seemed that watching him defend his claim to her had aroused her enough that she'd let go of her inhibitions about mating in front of the entire clan. Her body was primed for their coupling as she drew away from him and lowered herself onto all fours in front of him, offering herself to him. 'Good girl,' the Turian silently praised; her act of submission showed the clan that she accepted him, without qualms, as her mate. He purred his approval at her actions, dropping down onto his knees, his swollen member extending out of him as he divested her of the scrap of lace that she was wearing with two flicks of his wrist at her neck and waist, before he gently swept the curtain of her ebony hair aside to reveal her bond mark as his armoured frame covered hers from behind. His right arm went around her waist, muscles corded with tension, anchoring her to him and making it clear that escape, had she ever wanted it, would be impossible. His other hand curled under her to grasp her left shoulder tightly and he pulled her back toward him as at the same time that he thrust forward, powerfully, his member entering her tight channel. Shepard cried out at their union as his fangs sank into her right shoulder, her flesh muffling his answering snarl as he began to move, hard and aggressive, over her, in her. The hard length of him pistoned into her, robbing her of any ability she might have had to think. He snarled again, burying himself almost violently inside her, over and over, at a pace that left her screaming and crying out with need. Garrus echoed his mate's sounds in savage parody, urging her to climax with each hot stroke of his body. Shepard shook in his hold, begging her mate over and over not to stop. He growled loudly past his hold on her flesh in response before he forced her upper body down to the pillows below them, his right hand uncurling from around her shoulder to press it down to the floor and keep her there.
The new position made every sensation sharper and Shepard felt her climax build swiftly to sweep over her in a molten tide. Screaming release, her body clenched on his and he roared, his arms tightening around her, his body thrusting into her once more before he came, his member locking them together as his seed filled her. His roar, echoed by the rest of the clan, turned into an animal shriek of triumph and Shepard felt his muscles tremor in a tension that probably could have easily broken her. But despite of the fangs in her shoulder and the immovable strength of his frame surrounding hers, he was gentle. He held her securely, tightly; his hold absolute, but he wouldn't hurt her.
As the overflow of his seed began to gush out of her, his body slowly relaxed and his teeth released her shoulder, replaced by his tongue as he cleaned her wounds. He purred loudly, left hand gently caressing the her stomach, right hand on the floor supporting his weight now that he no longer felt the need to keep her in one spot. Shepard shook with reaction, trembling beneath him as she relearned how to breathe.
After a few moments, Garrus paused in his ministrations to his mate's shoulder and nodded his head at Markus, and the Clan Leader let the tent flaps fall shut as the scarred Turian gently lowered himself to the floor before rolling them over to lay on their sides to allow them to rest comfortably while they were locked together.
Exhausted, Shepard close hers eyes, and was quickly lulled to sleep by her mate's soothing ministrations on her body. Garrus, however, remained awake, the sound of rutting and the heavy smell of pheromones in the air keeping him primed for the next round. But knowing that his race had more stamina when it came to mating than hers did, he let her rest.
She'd need it if she was going to have any chance at lasting the entire night...
TBC...